It is the dawn of a new day
Cast away the weights that engulfed you
Tear the chains that once binded you
Cease the moment for if you shall blink
It is already gone.
Embrace nothing, let them all witness the rebirth
Swear no allegiance, for you are the crown
Prepare for the non-believers, they once stood at thy side
Speak in tongues, so they listen but cannot decifer.

Rule Them All !!!

For they scorer like insects.
For they know not their way
For they have been sheep, all prepared
For this – their slaughter.
For this day forth, a dawning beckons…

unclench your fists they’re bleeding —
and your blood is turning into electrolight
swimming in pain can you see the coast yet?
there will be the end to the siren
and shinigami will open both doors for you
if you give him an apple

wow, dear… it is difficult. it’s not what you say you’d choose, it’s what you’d really choose… porcupine’s dilemma — and he got it wrong — was begging down on his knees to save his brother, but instead got a pile of money — because that’s what he REALLY wanted… scary innit? i wonder, and quite often, what if i’m like that inside too? i’d bloody shoot myself it i knew positively, for sure. but i don’t, and therefore wouldn’t go anywhere near that room. sorry sk i’m on this subject again… but it seems like you’re quite comfortable in the zone

interesting synchronicities
are you in my head? whatcha doin’ there?
earlier today I thought of the phrase “chorus of angels”
as I listened to the lovely Prisoners song from Fidelio
and I thought you would probably like that phrase
and lo I come here and find you say angelic choir
recently watched a doco about evidence of ancient aliens
acknowledgement of which would undermine established history & science
I only just came across that word “apotheoses” the other day for first time
you can guess which door i would choose
to me it matters for the development of our eternal awakened consciousness
for which our feathered serpents must fly to the heart of the Sun
reality a framework, a duality matrix for this possibility to happen
myths, legends, parables, symbols in all cultures all pointing to it
and written into the stars and in the movement of the sun
must be for some grand purpose then if so much trouble gone to allude to it
each to his own, each is free to choose whether to bother
we will see what happens next december i guess

I feel there is an important consequence either way whichever we choose
and many times the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
to be or not to be, daily, hourly, moment to moment we choose
the direct path to the absolute is not a path of flowers
have to be willing to suffer the slings and arrows
to wake each day and walk the way
and bake our clay into amphoras
to be filled with the light of love extracted from the darkness

David,
Are you referring to the Mayan calendar and its eventual end? Oh my friend, that poor chap …his prestige and confidence was whisked away by some unnecessary task he forgot to complete…and in turn…forgot to complete his calendar.

hi Darrin
well I don’t think it is the end of time or the end of the world
its the end of a 25,920 year cycle round the centre of the galaxy they say
the end of an era perhaps and start of a new one
otherwise I guess it’ll just be more of the status quo
we will see won’t we
either way the consciousness is there to be developed if we want
I don’t count on their being some automatic awakening
maybe this mayan guy is right? –http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=SGpNZmniJ_Q

If the truth was behind one door and money behind the other door I would most likely choose the money because truth is unpredictable. What if it is unbearable? What if you have spent your whole life discovering the “truth” only to find it is nothing at all like what you thought? It is one thing to discover the truth on your own but to simply open a door and be faced with it might be a bit much. However money is somewhat predictable as long as you don’t let it mess with you.

This image is just that
Molecules swimming and reflecting light
The world is a hologram
Nothing sadder than the ghost
Who does not know he is dead
Nothing sadder than the human
Who does not know she is alive
Sorrow is neither
Sorrow is the sovereign
Sorrow blooms bright and unctuous
Then curls into a serpent to strike
Human to ghost to spirit
The spirit unfurls and rises
Into the pink sky
Leaving sorrow hissing with impotence
Trapped in the minds of the ignorant
Oh serpent you will not have me this day
I know your home I have lived there
For all my days in this image
And for every searing lash you’ve bestowed
You shall owe me my time in eternity.

The image that you made for this post made me think there could be a video game based on you. It would be an adventure game where you get to maneuver your own on-screen Steve Kilbey through endless realms of magic and mayhem, all populated by mythical creatures of ancient lore. Ascend the crystalline time-scale staircase to the dreamland expanse of imagination. Rotate the selector knob and choose to enter the virtual studio with any musician from the exalted roster of collaborators. Play along in your living room with the included Jazzmaster wireless controller. (Guitar strap and decals sold separately.) Plenty of clever puzzles abound throughout the game, of course – all requiring musical or poetic solutions. Inspiration and intuition, not deduction, are the secrets to making progress. Solve a puzzle and unlock enchanted new dimensions of the game. Take a ride on the Milky-way Skyline Express. Visit the Den of the Disillusionist. Drawing from a digital palette of new and unperceived colors, visions of Steve’s characters and imagery unfold before your astonished eyes as you traverse the luminous environments, all rendered on the fly in beautifully texture-mapped polygon meshes. Your destination within the game? Elusive. As stated clearly on page five of the manual, the goal of the game is simply to play the game. And to play it well.

I’m a relatively recent reader of this blog. I started reading it at about ‘rhapsodies spasm’ in August and I’ve found myself strangely enthralled. DavidP has referred to “interesting synchronicities”. I’ve noticed and spoken about similar occurrences, including on the day of this blog. Your ‘how i did it’ blogs perhaps explain part of the mystique of your writing, with references to ambiguity forming part of the aesthetic and how your words suggest a connection to the listener. Your obvious familiarity with historic and historical writings, religious, mythological and esoteric, provides wonderful depth to your work. Still, the mystery remains.
When I first read your blog, before reading about skp, I thought it was amazing to have access to such art; and felt it would be right for recipients of such sharing to contribute to supporting the artist. I’m in the process of some major changes but look forward to signing up in the near future. In answer to the question in this blog, the better way for me is to choose truth. I hope my comments are not out of place here. ps I don’t know any grips but I know some roadies.